One night, the lantern-carrying monk purified three groups of ghosts. The process went smoothly without interruption, which was really unexpected for him.
The refining of the lantern's merits went smoothly, but the excitement came too suddenly. The only drawback was that the companions were disgusting.
Hou Zi harvested thirteen soul beads in one night, and put the power of the soul beads into the purple mansion vortex. The structure of the soul realm wall was greatly strengthened, and by the way, the need for the absorbed spiritual energy of heaven and earth was greatly reduced. This practice progressed very quickly, and the only
What makes the white jade slightly flawless is that my partner is pretentious.
The sky was dimming. The monk with the lantern put away his lantern and opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with disgust and he shook his head slightly.
"...Not satisfactory." Hou Zi returned the sword to its sheath, with a bored look on his face, and snorted,
"Weak ribs..." The two of them were far apart, as if they were afraid of getting into each other's bad luck; one was chewing meat, while the other was slow to swallow bread and naan; one was a carnivore, while the other was a vegetarian.
After replenishing their energy and finishing their morning classes, the two of them left the hillside at the same time without knowing where they were going.
Holding the map in hand, Hou Zi continued to conduct on-site inspections against the actual environment of Ximeng Mountain, trying to figure out where to take the shortest route if he encountered danger.
The lantern-carrying monk walked leisurely, adding a few drops of lamp oil at every key pass and thoroughfare. Ordinary ghosts really didn't put much pressure on them, while wandering ghosts might pose a threat to them, but they could also be dealt with.
; But no one knows whether a ghost or ghost will suddenly emerge from the vast Ximeng Mountain?
Only those who respect life, God will give you an extra road. After wandering around like this for a day, before the sky darkened, the two of them met in front of the mountain by chance. The monk with the lantern frowned.
"I think your chicken ribs taste pretty good?" Hou Zi's face turned cold.
"Not satisfactory? Well, monks are not human beings." Holding the lantern and carrying the sword, Hou Zi continued to go deeper. In their opinion, they were not satisfied with what they had gained last night?
Only those who are never satisfied will have the door of heaven open to you. Cooperation will become more and more tacit, and the harvest will become more and more abundant. The two of them will continue to struggle with reluctance.
They always lead the way alternately. Today I decide which mountain to go to, and you will decide which mountain to go to tomorrow to achieve the greatest fairness; or simply put, if one day we are really in danger, it will be two people walking through it step by step.
The responsibility cannot be placed on one person.
One is unruly on the surface, and the other seems gentle, but they all have one thing in common, greed while being cautious, and carefulness while being bold.
Such days have become a daily routine. Two months have passed, and the lantern of the little monk holding the lantern has become more and more crystal clear, and the power of merit has reached the juncture of quantitative change to qualitative change; Hou Tzu's two Dantians are like lakes meeting each other.
During the rainy season, the rivers and streams kept pouring water into it, which really made him feel the growth process of the so-called genius.
However, the monk's face became increasingly sad and pitiful; the swordsman's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he wished his forehead could be creased like mountains and rivers terraces.
For two months, we took turns taking turns, and the only thing that remained unchanged was our unwavering determination to move deeper into Ximeng Mountain.
No one is willing to retreat. Whoever retreats means falling behind in the competition between two people and losing their courage.
Even though neither of them knows what is the root cause of their vindictiveness? The inexplicable targeting comes from their deep fear of each other and their guard against someone who may affect them in the future.
So, I'm risking my life to fight for it, do you dare to follow? Of course, it's not a straight line. If this is the case, they will pass through several Ximeng Mountains several times; the two of them have a tacit understanding.
The thief chose the zigzag, or the large zigzag, moving forward in the twists and turns, taking great pains.
"The third day of next month is the Good Friday of the Buddha. It's been nearly a year since I left here. It's time to go back." The lantern-carrying monk wrapped his leather cassock around him and seemed to be talking to himself. In fact, of course Hou Zi understood that he was talking to
He listened.
"Just say that the merits of the lantern are almost complete, and you need to go back to build and upgrade it? It has to be related to the Buddha? What the hell! If you really think so, you should suffer with the Buddha.
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"Boring, rotten wood cannot be carved." The lamp-carrying monk expressed disdain and was too lazy to talk to him, which lowered his level.
Hou Zi looked at him and said curiously: "Monk, your cassock is very good. I have seen a lot of people in the market since I traveled all over the country. I have seen cloth cassocks, cotton cassocks, and silk cassocks, but I have never seen leather cassocks! Take other lives.
My skin is coming to block yours. As a disciple of Buddhism, don’t you feel pain in your heart?” The little monk holding the lantern looked innocent.
"Amitabha... The skin is worn on the body, but the Buddha remains in the heart. They are originally one, mediocre people worry about themselves! Tonight is the last time, you come to choose the place." It is true that I will not suffer any loss, and I will not take any advantage. This is the first time.
Cooperation is what the monk chooses. This last time, of course, it fell on Hou Zi. It can be regarded as a cycle of cause and effect, with a beginning and an end.
Hou Zi knew what he meant and pointed forward casually.
"Stay close. If you go further, I'm afraid that you, the monk, will suffer together with your Buddha." Even if they have tried to take the largest zigzag route, the final destination of the twists and turns is to go forward, for two months.
Coming down is a short distance, and judging from the map, it has begun to approach the topographic center of Ximeng Mountain.
Of course, the center on the terrain does not mean that it is also the center where the ghosts are most concentrated. This is two different things; according to Quanzhen Sect's description of Ximeng Mountain, the location of the real core battle of the ancient battlefield is deeper.
But this is basically the limit of the two people. They both understand this in their hearts. In essence, the realm of the two people is still too low; Hou Zi is still two levels away from the Tao Xuan stage of qualitative change, and the lamp-carrying monk is still far away.
The distance between bhikkhu and monkhood is equally far.
The two of them got here simply because they encouraged each other and grew tired of each other. Their mentality was that even if they encountered danger, they could just cut off their tails to survive.
As for who is the tail, of course it is the monk in Quanzhen's eyes, and Quanzhen in the monk's eyes. They are each other's horns, and they interpret each other as each other's tail cones.
During the sixty-day purification of souls and ghosts, dangers often arise, but the most common problem is the number of wandering spirits and evil ghosts. The purification has been interrupted many times, and there was even a dilemma where the two of them were driven away across the mountains and plains.
, but in the end it’s all harmless and not damaged at all.
This made them have some wrong judgments about the level of ghosts in Ximeng Mountain, thinking that it was nothing more than that.
However, luck cannot follow anyone forever, there will always be a day when it will run out.
